You Can Call Me Nick chords and lyrics - DALE WATSON

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[Verse 1]
[C][In[G]tro: RZA]
Eh- yo, [F]Kinetic
What up God? You got
that glock cleaned?
Soaked those bullet[C]s in oil?
So yo, I'ma call [Am]the Black Knights up
[G]and North Star [F]from [C]down in[G]
[Cm]the Westside
KnowwhatImean?
Eh- yo, they gon' come and blast
this [G]shit over
YouknowImean?
Think we don't [F]need no
Shaolin cats for the job
Take it [Cm]to the Wild
Wild [F]West
{*beat kicks in*}
BOODOODOO..
[Cm][Intro Pt. II: Crisis
(RZA) {Ms. Roxy}]
Yeah.. (Come on son)
The [G]one and only..
sharpshooter..
(Spark these niggas my nigga)
Yo I [F]speak to be heard {Digital}
The truth shall [Cm]set you
free {Digital}
(Set them nig[G]gas free God)
You in a Chamber,
[Am]in the Chamb[F]er {Bobby, Bobby, Bobby..}
(BOODOODOO.. Darkness,
you know? Must [Cm]come to light)
[Crisis (RZA)]
Eh- yo, it's the sharp[G]shooter
One and only, guaranteed,
I ain't trippin'
[F]Yo it ain't no comparin'
[Cm]me to nuttin' else
Untrace[G]able,
like a stealth bomber on your [Am]radar
There [F]they are,
take a look, yo I spit [C]the uncontainable
Highly flam[G]mable,
unexplainable, Game Pro
Crisis show you how to tame a hoe,
[F]show you how the game should go
So you lames can know,
[Cm]Black Knights [G]equals nuttin' but dope
So what [Am]you workin' wit? You [F]bitch
niggas ain't hurtin' shit
Spittin' com[Cm]mercial [G]shit,
we rhyme for different purposes
I spit for the cause,
[F]you spit for the broads
I spit for the [Cm]streets,
you spit for [G]the geeks
I spit for North Long Beach and
[Am]all of my [F]peeps
Holdin' it [Cm]down,
[G]I spit for the meak
We holdin' the crown,
[F]you savage niggas had your chance
So [Cm]now it's [G]on us, it'[Am]s jus[F]t us,[Cm]
[G]you get your bones crushed
You got [Cm]against [G]us,[Cm] resi[C]st us?[F]
I thinks not (thinks not), it's impossible
[C]{*e[G]choes*}
[Break: RZA]
[Am]If you live for the blood,
+Throw Your [G]Flag Up+
[F]If you got the love in your [C]heart,
+Throw Your [G]Flag Up+
[RZA]
Rollie Fingers in the back,
son rolled the bag up
[Cm]Street had [C]the pen [Cm]and the pad,
he threw a tag up
Uncooked beef in [G]the street,
they [F]tagged the rag up
[Cm]Goldie got the [F]clip from the
[Cm]closet and filled [G]the gat up
Bobby sharpened the razor, oiled the bat up
Let [F]the dogs out the basement,
pulled the rap up
[Cm]Somehow the Brown cats
about [G]to get clapped up
Pussy high nigga off coke tried
[Am]to a[G]ct u[F]p
Against [Cm]the world's greatest m[G]ind,
Bob Digital
Might throw a Shaolin Hand-
block or a fifty- [F]two
My young son Big Un don't
fuck [Cm]with Patty Cake
Bound to walk through the [G]woods barefoot,
choke [Am]a rattlesnake
[F]While his [Cm]brother Mel ???, dissect [G]it
Up in the project life,
the street's be hectic
The gun burst,
[F]son shot his tongue first
Should've [Cm]shot his tongue first,
[G]should've shot the gun [Am]first
Now chew on [F]the Sunburst,
bitch, it's Bobby's [Cm]day
Lyrics for the [G]out, click click,
like shotti's spray
Tear through flesh bone, get
lodged
up in your ass cheek
[F]'cause you came talkin' that
same [Cm]bullshit last week
Fuck[G]in' cokehead nigga,
what? Your [Am]brain numb?
I [G]used to wonder [F]where these
pussy- clats came from
Up in the [Cm]thirty- six cell
[G]block I Shadowbox
Ship on weed grass and build up
like a male [F]ox
[Break: RZA (Monk)]
If you love for the
glock, +Throw Your Flag Up+
[Cm]If you g[G]ot love for the Gods,
+Throw Your Flag Up+
If you live from the heart,
+Throw Your Flag Up+
Don't cause the beef,
I [Am]might tie [G]the rag up
[F]All my Digihead niggas,
roll the bag up
BOODOODOODOO.. and
[Cm]+Throw Your Flag Up+
(If y[G]ou come from Long Beach,
+Throw Your Flag Up+
If you come from Compton,
throw [F]your rag up
If you come from the [Cm]West [G]then
throw your hood up
If you come from [Am]the b[G]lock then
[F]+Throw Your Flag Up+)
[Monk]
I spit the flavor for the [Cm]ear,
[G]shi[Cm]t for the[C] str[G]eet
[F]s
Rollin' in [C]the [G]cutty about
[Am]five niggas deep
One SK, two Tec- 9's and two stick[G]s
Ready to trip on these fools
[F]around my way poppin' shit
Like the [C]Black Knights [G]don't air
them things out
Knuckle up in [Cm]the [C]spot[Cm][C]
[G]'til someone [C]get drops
Stomped, [Cm]get p[G]assed out
Passed [F]out off a pint of that pah,
ready to [Cm]mic b[C]rawl
Clean [F]sweep, took the first pitch,
[Cm]knocked [G]the homerun
Black Knights known to grab
mics, leave the spots full blown
You know motto,
the +Knights or Nut[F]tin'+, so stop frontin'
Like you ain't [Cm]heard this [G]high pitch
through [Am]your [G]twelve- inch
[F]Don't care which Alpines,
I keep [Cm]those [G]six- by- nines thumpin'
+Jumpin' Jumpin'+ like Destiny,
[F]I laced it with the Rugged recipe
You know [C]my technique on a Ra' beat
Speak [Am]the Digi slurred speech but
aggressive with [G]the mic
On mine, it's [F]strictly Black Knights
Steal the spot[C]light,
show niggas how [G]to rock mics
the right way, spit like a K, M- o- n- [C]k
The [G]conqueror, [F]smash your sponsor
Learn [C]the les[Am]son from the [G]Black Knight
leth[F]al +Silent Weapon+
[Outro x2: Ms. Roxy]
[C]Dig[G]ital, Digital, Digital..
Bobby, Bobby, Bobby..

[Outro 1]
Digi, Digi, Digi..
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